Christmas
I went to my sister's for Christmas today along with nytemarewulf (who crashed pretty soon after he got there as he hasn't slept from his overnight shift at work), and it was good to have the three Nyström kids and their respective spouses or spousal equivalents together. It was then off to Mom's.
Mom cleaned a bit -- there was room on the table to eat and things were out of the living room -- but everything had merely been shoved and hidden into her bedroom to get moved out later. She acted like she hadn't eaten in a millenium the way she shoveled food down, and again we started noticing that some of her sentences simply didn't make sense -- she insisted that a photo taken was taken by her father, who by the time the picture taken was deceased for at least half a year. Still, she was at least pleasant -- a welcome change from the last couple of weeks where she's been beligerent for no apparent reason at random times towards my brother and sister.
It still didn't feel very "holiday-esque" for us; it was, after all, the holiday season when grandpa passed and Dad was diagnosed with cancer, and that still looms over the holiday. My sister was ready to not do anything special at all for the holidays but changed her mind at the last minute for that very reason, after all. In a way, when my father and grandfather passed, a part of that joy that we had when this time of year came up died with them.
I'm damned glad to have the family I have, including Carl and all of the friends that have become like family to me. I hope everyone who reads this had a good Christmas, and got to spend the holiday with those you love.
Mom cleaned a bit -- there was room on the table to eat and things were out of the living room -- but everything had merely been shoved and hidden into her bedroom to get moved out later. She acted like she hadn't eaten in a millenium the way she shoveled food down, and again we started noticing that some of her sentences simply didn't make sense -- she insisted that a photo taken was taken by her father, who by the time the picture taken was deceased for at least half a year. Still, she was at least pleasant -- a welcome change from the last couple of weeks where she's been beligerent for no apparent reason at random times towards my brother and sister.
It still didn't feel very "holiday-esque" for us; it was, after all, the holiday season when grandpa passed and Dad was diagnosed with cancer, and that still looms over the holiday. My sister was ready to not do anything special at all for the holidays but changed her mind at the last minute for that very reason, after all. In a way, when my father and grandfather passed, a part of that joy that we had when this time of year came up died with them.
I'm damned glad to have the family I have, including Carl and all of the friends that have become like family to me. I hope everyone who reads this had a good Christmas, and got to spend the holiday with those you love.